Eggs Sunny Side Butt (RGRE)

> Be Celestia, living with your new husband
> It's only been a month after you married Anon, an incredible month in which you explored each other to the fullest
> Sharing secrets and secret places, filling the nights and dozing through lazy mornings
> You grin at some of the more interesting memories
> Those hands~
> You shake your head, and return to your little task
> Making breakfast in bed for your cute husband
> It may have been a few thousand years since you last had to cook for yourself, but it can't be that hard
> The biscuits are baking in the oven as you start chopping peppers for the omelette
> You hear footsteps down the stairs
> Out of habit, you renew a certain cosmetic little glamour
> Anon wanders over, dressed only in red boxers and black socks, rubbing at his sleepy eyes
> So sexy, so cute
> "Didn't know you could cook, Sunbeam. Smells tasty."
> You resist the urge to smile, and lift your chin proudly
"Although I am a mare, I still know my way around a kitchen. Now sit and wait for your food like a good little colt."
> He grins, pulling up a stool across the counter from you
> "Yes mistress, I'll watch in awe at your cooking prowess, and not because I'm worried about the food being burned."
> Like a mature, sensible mare, you stick your tongue out at him
> He chuckles, then leans his elbows on the counter
> "Whatcha makin'?"
> You glance at the hourglass over the oven
> Just about done
"Omelette and biscuits. Sound good, Green Bean?"
> "Mmhmm."
> You turn and open the oven, letting the heat wash over your body
> The biscuits look pretty good, if you say so yourself
> "Nice."
> You glance over your shoulder
> Anon is looking at -
> You twitch your tail aside, then let it cover your marehood, smirking all the while
> He licks his lips, his eyes filled with barely contained hunger
> Hewantsthev.tapestry
"Now now, we wouldn't want to ruin your appetite for breakfast, would we?"
> You set baking sheet on the stone counter
> While you are there, you set a skillet on a burner and get the flame going
> After so many years as a monarch, you are finding the little domestic chores to be rather refreshing
> A mere thought closes the oven door
> You turn back to the cutting board and peel the skin off an onion with your magic
> Anon stares at you fondly from across the cutting board
> You see a twinkle in his eye, the fires of his lust banked for now
> As you chop the vegetable you have a nagging feeling that you forgot about something
> You glance around, but everything seems to be fine
> You blink, your eyes beginning to sting
> You back away from the cutting board, wings flared and ready to...
> Anon looks at you with tears in his eyes
> Your body shimmers oddly, your concentration shattered
> "Why are you avoiding me?"
"What? I'm not!"
> You feel your own tears forming
> You never like to see a stallion cry, but this is too sudden
"Green Bean, tell me, what's wrong?"
> He opens his mouth, then pauses
> You wait, goodness knows you don't want to pressure an emotionally distraught stallion
> "Sunflower, you do know cutting onions make people cry, right?"
> Oh
> You scowl at him and he grins
> You love him and his whimsy, you do, but...
"You scoundrel, it's been a millennia since I last cooked. And crying is playing dirty, dear."
> He weaves his way around the counter, his hips shifting beguilingly
> Ooh, and that bulge
> That's right, come to Mama
> "One other thing, babe."
> He loops his arms loosely around your withers, gazing at you in wonder
> "Have you always had those freckles?"
> You instinctively try to back away, but his grip is too strong and he just ends up falling onto your tuft
> You almost cast your glamour again, but the damage is done
"...They're just sunspots."
> Anon leans against you, his hands cupping your cheeks, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones
> "Celly. Tia. Sunbeambum. Babe. You have no idea how cute you look right now."
> You scrunch a little
"You don't have to force yourself, I know what I look like."
> Anon gazes deep into your eyes, your skin prickling pleasantly as his fingers trace little constellations on your face
> "Celestia Cake Solarina, if you won't believe my words, let me explain more simply."
> He presses his pelvis up against you, the firm length of his stallionhood hot on your belly
> Your breath hitches, and you dare to hope
"You like my...freckles."
> He bares his delectably sharp teeth, his fingers digging into your wing muscles
> U-unf
> "The one good thing about you hiding them is, "
> His voice is low and growling, resonating exquisitely against you
> "now I want to knock you up even harder."
> Faust, you love this stallion
> With a sweep of magic and a push from your haunches, you push him gently to the cold tile floor and press down on his squirming, firm body
> You pin him with marely strength, exulting in his futile struggles for dominance
"Silly Green Bean, I'm the mare here. But I'll accept every drop you have for me."
> He relaxes underneath you, melting into your pressure, all save a very key part of him
> "Fine, but next time I get to top."
> Then he bites your neck, mingling pain, pleasure, and fear within you
> You gasp and surge against him
> It seems breakfast will just have to wait